Plan C – Taking the Pills

I am grateful for the couple of pain-free days. Truly, I am. It was a great reprieve, I felt alive again. I wanted to run a mile, or dance in the rain, shout from the rooftops. When you have spent every moment in pain for years, even one day with no pain is worth celebrating … Continue reading Plan C – Taking the Pills →

Sinking

I was five years old the first time I remember leaving Phoenix. On a hot summer night, my mother loaded up her red Toyota pickup truck with all of the belongings she could fit, and my sister and I climbed in next to her. I don't remember what specific emotions I was feeling, but they … Continue reading Sinking →